Black Leviathan

He was called The Black Leviathan

Was he a ghost? No one knew

Baltic Sea was cursed for ages

With an iron hand he ruled

His black ship was fast like thunder

Sails were dancing with the storm

Sailing was for him a hunting

Waving abyss was his home

Burning masts

Sea was a grave

Full of blood and wrecks

Black Leviathan: mighty pirate

Didn’t take the prisoners

Losers sinking to the bottom

Never saw the shore again

But one day, there came a hope when

Unfurled sails have been seen

Young and brave man, his silver sails

Swelled out proudly in the wind

He left his ship, looked at the sea

“I’m the son of the wind” he said

He was sure he’ll save the Baltic

But he dies from a pirate’s hand

Nothing changed

Sea was a grave

Full of blood and wrecks

Black Leviathan: mighty pirate

Didn’t take the prisoners

Losers sinking to the bottom

Never saw the shore again